He thought he'd been pretty quiet, but perhaps he hadn't been the first to arise that morning after all. Remus heard the rustling of sheets and the sound of curtains pulling a bit. He'd hoped to make it out of the room before the others woke up. It was always awkward for him to be seen on this day by anyone, because he hated drawing attention to himself. There was no hiding how pale and worn he looked, and a night without sleep surely wasn't making him look any better. He didn't have to hide it from his best mates anymore, not since second year, but that didn't mean he liked them to see what his condition did to him. He wanted them to remember him healthy, not like this.
"Something like that," he replied calmly, though there was a pained edge to his tone. Remus started to try to remove his sleep shirt, but his arms were terribly sore and stiff. It wasn't going to happen. No matter. "Is that why you're up so early?" It was a typical defense mechanism. Remus always tended to shift the attention off himself and on to others. If he didn't have to talk about it, then he could focus on other things, like getting dressed, or in this case getting dressed.